

Blessed is the man
Who walks in your favor
Who loves all your words
And hides them like treasure.
In the darkest place
Of his desperate heart,
They are a light
A strong, sure light...
He wraps Himself in light
As with a garment,
He spreads out the heavens
And walks on the wings of the wind.
He sends forth the springs
From the valleys
They flow between mountains.
The birds of the air dwell
By the waters,
Lifting their voices in song-
He made the moon for its seasons,
The sun knows its setting.
He looks at the Earth and it trembles,
He touches the mountains
And they smoke.
I will sing to the Lord all my life,
I will sing praises to my God-
As long as I live,
Praises to the Lord, oh my soul.
1 comment:
thanks be to Brooke for these glorious images and thanks be to Fernando for this sweet hymn of praise. He wraps himself in light... I like that especially.
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